grated and rolled by Kristina Woodhill the flowers really are pretty shades of dyed daisy purples and bright carnation pinks set against the backdrop of the sedate corner burgundy cabinet the vase centered carefully on the lovely hand quilted square adorning the small oak table but when it comes down to it I keep thinking of Paula Dean grating me like semi-sweet chocolate into a deep shiny smooth bowl pouring your rich hot white cream over every itty bitty piece of me her southern magic whisk melding us gently together a chemical amalgam a liquid + solid with no equal rolled into a ball of truffled perfection on the verge of a melting tongue 02/13/2008 Posted on 02/13/2008 Copyright © 2026 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/13/08 at 10:42 PM ...kristina, ah ditto what gregory said and i absolute love the "drawn" picture of the room/casa/sala/vase/fleurs and the cute bordering on gorgeous oak table, too much...peace, chaz Posted by Tony Whitaker on 02/13/08 at 11:41 PM Man, talk about flow. This one is as smooth as goat lips. Wow! I read this one three times and it is just soothing to say. Posted by George Hoerner on 02/14/08 at 11:12 PM You've got watch those southern belles! They know how to get the most out of what they bake. Nicely done! Posted by Charles M Harrison on 02/15/08 at 10:57 AM A feast for the heart. Very nice very sensual. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/15/08 at 01:47 PM Senusous and sensual! Great write as usual! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)